Chen Chuan yanked his blade free, letting Siegward's body fall to the ground. He then turned to face Qi Qianyang, whose eyes had turned a solid, blood-red. The latter grinned. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
Chen Chuan raised a hand to adjust the brim of his hat and said calmly, "I told you. It makes no difference."
Qi Qianyang wasted no more words. After all, every second from this point forward was consuming his life. He let out a great shout, whirled around, and violently swung his long whip forward. Power surged along its length, segment by segment, until it concentrated at the very tip.
Chen Chuan took a single step to the side. A deafening BOOM erupted beside him. The spot where he had just been standing exploded into a large crater, the blast nearly as powerful as that of a small artillery shell.
He paid it no mind. Holding his blade back, he lowered his body and charged forward, the scarf around his neck streaming out behind him.
